Pro Procrastinator

1 I have things to doPeople to wooI dream to get successfulI plan my life to be blissful Yet I am laying down, wondering whether the egg came first or the henWondering if it will be considered as taking a shower if I get drenched in rain All my silly curiosities come to life when I have less time to wasteWait.. how does poop taste? I develop new hobbiesSpend time on them then leave them as memoriesHow do I utilize my time efficientlyThere are so many distractions out there which seem friendly I want to watch all the videos available on youtube,listen to songs on loopI need to study and workBe the knowledgeable nerd with a nasty smirk Yet I am sitting here watching news about the latest celebrity rumourI don’t want to be a producer but only a consumerIn this world of internet and distraction, my priorities alterI call myself Pro Procrastinator;And an amateur...

Guest!

1 Disturbance at its best, came with a guest !My mother jumped like a warrior, when she heard this rumour. She rushed to the guest room, which is my favourite place to consume. Lectured me to be responsible, cause she found my two months old lost shoe under the table. Got the hint ,had to become extinct. But that was too late ,for all the mistakes I made. After a couple of hours ,when they were as far as Mars, I whispered ” They had a chance to be good, if they had brought my favourite food...

शब भर तो कमसकम..

0 शब भर तो कमसकम लफ्ज़ों को आराम करने दो।कुछ देर को ठहरकर बस धड़कन को काम करने दो। शब भर तो कमसकम..  जिस सफर में तुम हो, उसे मीलों में नहीं तौला करते,नम लाख हुई हों आँखें, होंठो को नहीं खोला करते।हर ज़ख्म को मुनासिब मलहम भी मुकम्मल होगा,तुम वक़्त को ज़रा काबिल आलिम का इंतज़ाम करने दो! शब भर तो कमसकम..  उस रोज़ जिसे देखा था, दिल में बड़ी तस्वीरें ली थी,जिस नूर के लिए तुमने इस चाँद की तशबीहें दी थीं।वो रूठ गया तो क्या ग़म, साकी को नया जाम भरने दो।वो चाँद न हुआ तो आखिर, इस चाँद को ही शाम करने दो। शब भर तो कमसकम.....

Scars

1 A bruise is tender but does not last, it leaves me as I always was. But a wound I take much more to heart, for a scar will always leave it mark. And if you should ask me which you are, my answers is- you are a scar Scar that have no medicine which always lasts long in my heart Scar that will memorize me of you And I though holded it for you. To make me remember till the last breath that you gave me in my heart.  ...

Real Love

1 What is real love? Real love is simple as the word goes “real”, real love is always realistic. It is humans bias that we are not able to adopt the dark sides, or the soft side at the same side, or we try to segregate and like one thing and not other thing, and that is not natural and unrealistic. Few guys like feminine, soft and possessive girl, where as other guys might like, strong, tough and freedom driven girl. It is human nature to classify the characteristic and create your like or dislike around it, and that’s the problem, that is unrealistic. Because reality or nature always comprises of both extremes and other variations as well, nature has day as like bright also and night like dark also. Reality is always made of up silence plus noise, there is never a single characteristic which will make anything real. Your real love will fight with you, so she will love you, she will care for you, so she will keep you deprived also sometime, and a good relationship always enjoy the variations, always adopt, learn and grow the changes in your connection. Real love is always...

Why

1 There she was, Like a Summer Breeze, Refreshing. Like the Winter Sun, Peeking at me, keeping me warm. Like the moonlight, Illuminating even the darkest skies. Like the Northern Star, My guiding light on this lonely path. Like the early morning fog, making me lose my clarity, slowly chasing insanity. Like a tree swaying in the wind, Like the waves hitting the shore, There you were, And all of a sudden, You no longer...

The good old days

1 I dream of a day When I can go back. Back to the days  When, crayons were my world. When, the only pain I knew of was that of an injection. When, the only rejection I faced was when Mom said no more chocolates. When, things were easy and people were close. When, I fell asleep to the sound of lullabies and not memorizing theorems. Back in the days,  When I didn’t have to say “Remember when”. I will dream of that day, Until the end of my...

Just Unforgiven

1 The surroundings so ordealThere’s nothing much that I feelFrom your heart my heart’s omissionJust unforgiven My world without you I never envisionTyrannical life lessons were available for revisionIn the blink of an eye you became my unacquired acquisitionJust unforgiven Fighting with me was I, a war of attritionDreams froze and so did I with my thoughts undergoing nuclear fissionThe distance with you broke me with absolute precisionJust unforgiven From walking beside to walking apart was your solemn decisionLoosing you gave me nothing but my inhibitionFrom your soul my souls excisionJust unforgiven...

The last gift

3 minutes Read Sometimes I feel too dejected. All of you, praising great warriors from my time, and my sacrifice usually gets unnoticed. I don’t crave for attention, but some recognition could give me some satisfaction of my sacrifice. My father abandoned me and my mother soon after I was born. I assured him that whenever he summons me, I’ll be there. After giving his blessings, he went. Along went his family with him. I was about to turn 19 the next month, and I heard a feeble voice in my head. It said “son, I need you. Your father needs you”. I stood up and ran towards the direction from which I felt the voice, leaving the food on my plate half eaten. Leaving food on the plate was considered bad omen. Maybe that’s why, my mother was shouting at me from the back. It didn’t cross her mind that calling someone from back was too a bad omen. Maybe these two omens did their work that night. As soon as I reached the battlefield, I saw my father and his army getting defeated as a giant human was crushing the ants. “We need you son. I don’t know how to say this. I am going to request something heinous and you may think this is not what a father asks his son to do when he meets him after 18 years” my father said with teary eyes. “Whatever you ask, shall be done. At any cost. I promise you father” I said with determination. I was meeting him after so many years. I had got to respect his wish. “Your...

Best 3D printing apps for android

3 minutes Read Read recently that 3D printing has saved a life of a 5-year-old who had the rarest versions of a rare problem. Doctors used the 3D printed model of her heart and used it to understand its intricacy which made the operation successful. It is no doubt that 3D Technology is adding another layer of revolution which functions to add nothing but convenience in our lives. Be it manufacturing or medical field, agriculture or electronics, its roots are everywhere making our lives more flexible. And now this technology is becoming more convenient for getting compact into our smartphones. Here are some best apps which are adding the revolutionary glaze into our lives. Thingiverse Developed by MakerBot.  This is the most sought search engine for the 3D printable objects, be it clothes to statues to jewelry to lampshades. This community-based service allows a user to submit their projects for everyone to see, share and even modify. Users can interact with each other and can share their experiences. The interface of this app is very intuitive, you just have to choose a downloadable digital design from it, and then use MakerBot cloud servers to scale and slice your design layer by layer. Ones your design is ready, confirm the print on your Replicator 3D printer. If your child keeps interest in 3d technology then you can opt for soyan standard 3d pen for kids. Okay, coming back this app has too much noise which makes it difficult to find a particular design but you can filter it by “Most Makes “to helps you in finding the quality design to print. The active...

Earth

2 minutes Read “न ये शरीर तुम्हारा है, न तुम इस शरीर के हो |ये अग्नि, जल, वायु, पृथवी, आकाश से बना है, और इसी में मिल जाएगा|”                                                                                                    – गीता (सार) There exists this theory which says that a man is made of soil and shall perish into that soil and I assume you must have heard of that in the many languages you speak. So what I come to think is that man’s admiration for soil trails back right to the start of its existence from the first man, Adam to who probably might be the last living man. Human as a child has immense belongingness for soil too. It starts right from there- the desire to roll and toss in the soil, go to the beach and be their parents’ favorite artists and build sand castles. Now can you relate to the admiration I was talking of? If yet you want to question me about what is all the playing with the sand as a toddler have anything to do with the immense admiration for the soil. Well patience is all it take to know deeper and better because I am going to tell you more. Have you had the thrilling experience of the confluence of sand and trickling water as you walk barefoot on soil? If you have had this experience, did you feel the magic of the water and sand...

Down the Lane

2 minutes Read  The day was 5th September morning, I went down to the market for buying something for me. I took an auto … Just then I notice a man sitting beside me with beard and moustache but yet shorter in height according to the apparel. At first instance I felt it might be a dwarf but when I looked again I laughed my heart out and notice it’s a boy who dressed in a gentleman appearance. He was really looking so gentleman at his age.  I curiously asked smiling: Which class did you read? 1: he responded with a blasé look.  What you dressed up to? I asked to He replied: A Business man, with some exigence in the voice. Which school did you study? Bishop. Morrow. School: he replied I replied “Hey that’s also mine.” He soon got elevated and said Really!!! I said Yes Ekdom (certainly)…!! He asked So you also participated in Fancy dress completion when you were young?  Yes, a several times I was a Punjabi guy, a teacher, a nurse etc. He chuckled, perhaps when he imagined me a boy. He further added:  May I share you a secret? I smiled and said: surely. You know I gave my best gift to Sister.Jancy. I asked: Is she still there? He replied in enthusiastic voice: Yes!! She was my favorite teacher till now: I added He went off from the auto leaving an array of memory behind… Such days were the happiest one and mainly teacher’s day. You dressed up to your favorite ideal, perform on the stage, heard such eulogize claps, greet your teachers, buy...

Yet another story

5 minutes Read He paused his rocking chair for a moment, completely startled by the question that his daughter just asked. Placing his elbow on the freshly varnished armrest, he asked in a polite tone, “B…. But.. where did you get this from dear? ” His stammering voice could clearly indicate his concern towards little Macy, like every other protective father.   But how can Macy’s question remain unanswered? “Tell me Dadda, what is it? ”, cried an innocent voice hoping to seek answer from her super dad.   “Love is something you can’t see, but still you’re sure of it’s existence. ”, replied Louis staring at her daughter’s smile which was now fading away due to disappointment. Like a typical adult, Louis answered but little did he know that his answer didn’t suffice.   “OK… So… So love’s like momma’s pasta, right? I can’t see but whenever she prepares it I never fail to guess. ”, voiced an unbiased soul which couldn’t handle such theoretical answers of her dad with her tiny brain.   Determined to explain the meaning of love as no father ever disappointed his daughter, he said, “C’mon, today Dadda will tell Macy one story… ”, before completing his sentence he saw Macy struggling to get above. Very excited for yet another story from her father, she hurried above the chair and cocooned herself grabbing his waist tight, like every passenger does in a chair car.   Clearing his throat and with a deep breath he started like a typical storyteller, which he was for his daughter.   “Cherry blossom… Ah…. How beautiful.. Oh how beautiful were they,...

10 Hidden Gems of Europe That You Must Visit Once

3 minutes Read 1 Manarola, Italy Manarola is a small town and may be the oldest of the towns in the Cinque Terre on the Italian Riviera. Celebrated in paintings by the famous Italian painter Antonio Discovolo. In recent years this village has gained immense popularity and heavily trafficked, especially by Italian school parties and with regular tourists. How to reach: The nearest airport to reach Cinque Terre is the Cristoforo Colombo international airport in Genoa, after reaching Cinque Terre catch the national railway line Rome-Genoa-Turin which is well connected with other major Italian cities and towns.   2 Colmar, France Colmar was founded in the 9th century and a third-largest commune of the Alsace region in north-eastern France. The town is situated on the Alsatian Wine Route and considers itself to be the “capital of Alsatian wine”. This vintage city defined by chocolate-colored roofs, narrow cobblestoned alleys, tiny bridges over canals and magnificent churches. How to reach: The small regional Colmar Airport serves Colmar. 3 Marsaxlokk, Malta   Marsaxlokk is situated in the South Eastern Region of Malta and just 30 minutes away from capital city of Malta. This city is a traditional fishing village in the of Malta. You can easily spot wooden fishing boats called “Luzzu” painted in all possible bright hues of green, red, yellow and blue. How to reach: Marsaxlokk village is only 6.5 kilometres away from Malta International Airport. 4 Sibiu, Romania Sibiu is a spectacular town in southern Transylvania of Romania. In 2008 Forbes declare the old city of Sibiu as “Europe’s 8th-most idyllic place to live”. You can find cafes, operas, festivals, and exhibitions here too. How...

SIGNS THAT TELL YOU ARE INTROVERT

3 minutes Read Have you always felt different from others? Were you the quiet one in your school or college days? Did people ask you, “Why are you silent?” or “ Why are you so shy?” Do they still ask you that today? If so, then you might be an introvert like me. Many people associate introversion with shyness, which is not true. In fact, introverted people tend to simply find that they get more energy from being alone or in very small groups, as opposed to extroverts who find that large groups give them more energy.  Because of this misconception, many people assume that the person is shy not introvert when he/she actually is.   The most basic definition of an introvert is a person who gains energy from being alone and loses energy in stimulating environments, such as social events. Both introverts and shy people tend to avoid socializing at times, but we do so for different reasons. Introverts often stay on the sidelines at social events because socializing drains our energy. As an introvert, admitting your feelings to someone, whether they’re positive or negative, can be incredibly difficult and that’s OK. Everyone has their own comfort level when it comes to discussing emotions, feelings, or problems. So you can’t expect everyone to be as open or as apprehensive as you may be. People are frequently unaware that they’re introverts – especially if they’re not shy because they may not realize that being an introvert is about more than just spending time alone.  “Let’s clear one thing up: Introverts do not hate small talk because we dislike people, We hate...

खुद को संभाला है .

1 खुद को संभाला है . अगर कही खोया हूँ तो ,कही खुद को जगाया है .अगर कही रोया हूँ तो , कही खुद को हसाया है .अगर कही अकेला हूँ तो ,कही खुद से बातियाया है .तुम्हे मिले हमराही ,मैने तो खुद को संभाला है . अगर कही ठेस लगी तो ,कही खुद को बहलाया है .अगर कही अपजस मिला तो ,कही खुद को सराहा है .अगर कही छोड़ा गया हूँ तो ,कही खुद को बढ़ाया है .तुम्हे मिला सहारा ,मैने तो खुद को संभाला है . अगर कही भूला गया हूँ तो ,कही खुद को याद या हूँ .अगर कही नज़रअंदाज़ हुआ तो ,कही खुद को नज़र आया हूँ .अगर कही मझधार मे हूँ तो ,कही खुद को किनारा दिया है .तुम्हे मिले याराने ,मैने तो खुद को संभाला है .                             -यश...

The EARNINGS Of These ‘Desi’ Instagram Admins Will Make You Question Your Salary Slip’s Existence

5 minutes Read The last time I checked the purpose of Instagram in my life was to stalk my ex-girlfriend. Surprisingly, the purpose hasn’t changed at all. But, what has actually changed is the fact that now, I have no job to do. I am in my early 20s and the fact that my juniors are cracking a million dollar funding from angel investors is just blowing my mind as well as my self-esteem. Also adding to the charm, my editor recently asked me to write an article covering a topic on our famous Instagram pages. Initially, I wasn’t really that fascinated. However, when I happened to talk to these Instagrammers, I was taken aback. Want to know what they shared? Read further.   Market your brand in just Rs.1000   So all these Instagram accounts have different niches and hence, it will be a complete injustice to rank them in any order. They are the best in their own niche. So that’s the reason why this listicle will be expressed in bullet points and not in numbers. Also, I don’t like to ignite ego wars among these players since Social Media is a universe of ‘collaboration’ and not ego.   Unbelievable Facts  Rahul is one among those people who believe in taking the ‘smart’ route instead of making your way through the storms of hardships. He started off his Instagram page with all-Indian followers (till 400k followers) but later on targeted only ‘American Followers’. Check Out Their Instagram Profiles – Click Here The reason to switch the target audience was definitely to improve the base of his ‘Revenue Model’. Yes, American Sponsors...

Maybe

1 Maybe, Maybe you don’t like me the way you did before… But still shower affection like leaves are yet unturned. Maybe, Maybe you think you don’t know me anymore… But did you wonder ever, that maybe you never knew me enough? Maybe, Maybe you think pride is getting all upon me, Pride that will keep me away from my pack, But did you ever think that maybe, you were never my pack? Maybe, Maybe you’ve have your map planned, Planned enough to turn my army to hold its weapons against me, But did this strike you ever, that, their weapons are already armed on the slingshot, aimed at you? Maybe, Maybe you presume that I am decieved by my mythical notions of good and bad, But, with you defining all opposites you are in the plate of treachery too? Maybe, Maybe you have a thousand thoughts to slowly engulf me in and hurt me enough, But did you know, there’s already the one last autumn leaf, hanging from my tree when others have withered, ruffled in the sultry winds and have fallen to the ground, trodden by many. There’s the one last leaf, before I sink too deep....

The future

2 minutes Read Oh! you sweet little piece of potato you are a result of a broken condom while I was doing sex with a random guy last afternoon cause baby I don’t believe that people only fuck at night so the sperm that was involved in making you must not  determine who you’ll be in future. You will decide what hair colour you want what kind of eyes you like. You are the one who decides whether you want to be a princess or a soldier. My dear piece of potato one day you’ll be a grown up with two juicy breast and a vagina but darling remember one thing that vagina doesn’t define what you should peruse in life. Learn one thing if someone abuses you abuse harder. The sanskar shit is not for this world. You must not behave like a you are a weak gender if they shout at you burn their mouths. If they ever attain guts to point your character bring your dagger and cut their throats. You want to fall in love with a random guy do it .As your mother belongs to a Jain family and she’s been a vegetarian her whole life does not mean you too have to follow what she is been following her whole life. Believe in any religion you want pray to whatever god you like. You want to be an atheist be an atheist. Experience the failure before you taste the sweet maple syrup of success. Honey this society will hurt you as deep as they can but M not going to be there for you to protect...

Purpose

2 minutes Read Do you believe in rebirths or reincarnations? Or better so, do you believe in eternal life? Well ask me, I do. In the past hundred births I have always been afraid of two things, thunders and pointy umbrellas. Is that not fair enough? Thunders are loud and pointy umbrella poke really hard. I never changed forms, I was reborn every time just this way- what differed is where I belong to every time. I opened my eyes and found myself resting against the root of a tree. The next thing I knew was that I was climbing up the root of the tree. And then for a while, I had dwelt inside this tree. I found some of my folks here and we had our thrills. But soon, I found out one of my folks was leaving, he would come back they told in this very form but maybe here maybe somewhere else where I will not him again. I soon found out that we all were destined to go somewhere; each one a lone traveler, sculpting our own way. It wasn’t long since then, I figured I was in the sky amid the clouds buoyed by the wind I also had some dust collected. I had now known I had a purpose- to move in circles from the skies to the roots of a tree or the tender green leaf. But today I did not want to abide to my purpose. Haven’t you always wanted to be the first in every thing you do, well once I too wanted to be the first every time, but, not this time....

The imperfect perfectionist

1 You aren’t supposed to be perfect. We aren’t supposed to be perfect. You know why? Perfection is evil. It would have resulted in extinction of the humans. What happens when there is no fault in a design? It resists to change. If it works fine, why would it change? If there would have been no faults, there would be no chance of evolution. And you know what happens when we don’t evolve with time? We stagnate. We die. Our imperfections make us perfect. Yes! It’s only our imperfections that helps us realise that we need to work. It’s this feeling of insecurity to make our lives perfect that keeps the spirit working for it. Think, if you consider you are perfect. You won’t be able to work. Because you think it’s all done. Your life’s already to perfect to work for anything else. What if you can’t do it? Is it so important that you’ve to achieve everything in life? Just accept that you were not able to do it. Just accept that life is not going to be fair. We can cry, we can be happy. These are phases of the human life. Consciousness comes with emotions. Is it too hard to accept? It’s hard trying not to feel them and work for that perfectly happy life that you may not even want. Maybe it’s time that we start embracing our imperfections and help them to live a life in a perfect way and not to live...

Deranged

6 minutes Read Hey! I am 14. I live in an insane asylum. Everyone hates me. My little sister is scared of me. I love her so much. I never used to get angry with her. She still doesn’t want to come here and see me. I miss her so much. She is making me angry now. Very very angry. OK. 1…2…3…. 4…5… Well, this is my story. People never really liked me. As a child, I was never good at anything. Everyone has cute childhood photos. My childhood photos make me cringe. I have always been ugly. I did not realize it as a child but now that I am a big girl I know. My parents always said I am one hell of a pessimist. They said I get furious over petty things, things that weren’t meant to be get offended at, things that weren’t meant to make me so angry but they never understood that once I get angry I get angry. I cannot undo it. They never understood that I could not control it. It just came to me. They never understood. NEVER. That made me more furious. Very furious. Things were not this bad until 2 months ago. 2 months ago, like every regular day my mom woke me up for school, but that day, she woke me up at 5:50 in the morning. At FIVE FIFTY. Is it fair to wake up someone so early? She woke me up 10 MINUTES BEFORE MY USUAL TIME! (I should drink some water now. Wait. Give me a second.) Yes, she woke me up 10 minutes early and I...

Closest

2 minutes Read I am holding you together in one piece, without you even acknowledging it. I have traveled a long way that has led my path to you. But in a way, you see, my tedious journey of all tortures and stresses that I have traversed through has made me what I am today, made me worth your choice. A million bodies you’ve touched all your life, and all through I have been there, closest to your body. Though you chose me, you did not choose me the way I look at it. I presume you chose me to be the closest thing to your bodily framework everyday, feeling every heat and every chill that runs down your spine. Being the one closest to your mind, body and soul I am the one who has insights of all your smiles, the one who has soaked all your tears, overheard all you said to you mother, father, brother and the real truths you told yourself, because every night I am the one you cuddle to even when he pings a smiley or kiss emoticon, I have been the closest one to your ski. You need a space of your own, so, everyday there are moments you keep me away, and I don’t mind. That’s what you choose to do. Today was different, I felt the sweat on your naval, I heard your benumbing wails. They were taking me away from you but today it was not your choice, I sensed that because you were screaming and crying but, I couldn’t help. They took me away and threw me far off. I was...

Good Cop, Bad Cop (pt 2)

5 minutes Read   Harrison’s enquiry break began with him slamming into the recording room, startling Jim who was tearing into his second packet of biscuits for the day. “What the fuck, man? My biscuits,” Jim shouted. “Do I look like I give a shit about your biscuits, Jim? That little fucker called me Robbie,” Harrison took a deep breath and continued, “Is it okay if he somehow has an accident where he breaks his neck?” “WHAT? No.” “How else do you think this nation can be protected against criminals?” “He ran into a damn window while stealing. He is probably the one who needs the protection, Harry.” Harrison stood there staring daggers at Jim while Jim dipped his cookie into his coffee. Before he could take a bite, the soggy crumbled cookie flopped into the coffee making Jim groan in agony. “Great,” Jim said, “My day is fucking terrible. Can’t catch a break, man.” Harrison watched as the entitled man-child continued to complain about his day before he decided he’d had enough and snatched the packet right out of his hands. “My cookies!”              Harrison smiled childishly at him and bit into the cookie all while staring him down. It took a moment for him to register what he’d just put in his mouth before he spat it out. “Are those raisin oat digestives?” Harrison could feel his taste buds shrinking just with the simple thought of his friend’s sheer indecency. “Yes.” “To think that you could complain about your day being bad.” “Stop being so pissy, Robbie. You should be happy. The moment you walk into the room, you get to...

Fallen like hell

1 Your smile takes my breath.Your eyes are a sensual threat.The way you pull your cheeks,Then act like a crazy geek.From your restless gestures to wierd expression,Feeling bit ignored to your amusing impressionI’ve fallen for everything in you.Yes we’re complete oppositesBut I’m flexible to changeA change to be a better person With u, For u.Surely my brain will face merry go rounds,But at last, we’ll agree on same grounds.Maybe you’ll also change a bit,But no worries,Your lady will ensure you are an all time hit.We’ll be one.Maybe not today, Blunt sure, someday.Much more in heartI can’t yell,” I’m fallen for you, fallen like...